Page 49 of Dirty Little Secrets
I pull out my phone and call the bar. Ronnie picks up.
“Drazen’s, this is Ronnie speaking.”
“Ronnie, this is Xaiden. The guy who just ordered two drinks…black polo, slicked-back hair.”
His eyes scan the bar and land on the only one that fits the description. “Yeah?”
“Don’t serve him.”
“No problem, sir. Anything I can get you?”
A cross and a Bible to keep me from corrupting my innocent secretary in that skirt.
She has no idea that idiot’s trying to get her wasted just to slide between her thighs. Not on my watch.
“Have two water bottles chilled and waiting for me.”
“Right away, sir.”
“Ronnie.”
“Yeah?”
“The two girls he’s dancing with.”
“The one in the dress is my friend. I think she works for you. I put them on the list—it’s my fault.”
“I’m not mad at you for that, Ronnie. It’s cool.”
He sighs in relief. “Damn, ese. I thought you were gonna fire me.”
Ronnie got into some trouble in California. The Kings called in a favor, and I flew him out here. Took him under my wing. He runs the bar. Keeps it clean, no complaints.
“Not at all. You’re doing great.”
“What about Kristina?”
“The girl she’s with.”
“The fine one in the tight little skirt?”
“Careful, ese.”
“Shit,” he mutters. “Sorry if I overstepped. She had a couple of drinks with Kristina and started dancing with the guy. He came up to order a couple of drinks I thought it was cool.”
“It isn’t.”
“I can handle it if you want. You know I’m down.”
He means take the fucker out back like we used to.
“You know that’s not how I do things.”
“Right, right. Whatever you need, just say the word. You know where to find me. I’ll keep an eye on her.”
“Don’t serve Kristina or her friend any more alcohol. They’ve had enough for the night.” I end the call and watch with a satisfied grin as I watch Ronnie tell the asshole he won’t be getting his drinks. The guy looks confused, but Ronnie’s firm.
My gaze shifts to Nori, just as she walks toward the bar, her perky ass practically bouncing with every step, barely contained by the scrap of fabric she dares to call a skirt. Every sway of herhips tightens something in my chest and does wild things to my cock.
